OOC: Cook, I don' know where you got the idea that we're going in guns blazing. Arch is getting geared up as our sentry. I'm not even part of the squad. I'm hanging back with the headsets in another building.

This was turning out to be quite the weird crew. Not that Veeran cared, he had seen worse and he made up his mind a long time ago that he would put Markose on this political throne or die fighting the rotting world. Roth's vulgar outbreak did little to unsettle him, he had expected it from the moment he laid eyes on Roth. But a man like that was needed. If Victoria's extraction plan failed, the guard would rain fire upon everyone in their line of sight. It would take a psychotic drunk to counter carnage of that scale of destruction. A man like that keeps us all alert.

But Veeran had supreme faith in Victoria's abilities. That woman knew what she was talking about. Perhaps a little insecure about her own skill, but a true professional if there ever was one. The good doctor seemed like a man of straight loyalty. He would do what it took to give his beloved Markose the upper hand. He took it upon himself to respond to Calvin's point.


"It would be a good plan, Calvin. But we're not here to get Bob the no-name average joe. This man may be utterly complacent but his bodyguards won't. They aren't going to eat or drink on their watch. Also, stripper change all the time. But no one is going to allow a brand-new bartender anywhere near the Whitelist section. You won't worm your way into their V.V.V.I.P Section without arousing suspicion about the plan. If anything, this would only put them on high alert. We can't afford any distractions here."

He didn't want to put Calvin down easily.

"You may be out of your luck, but you're still one of the only able-bodied men we have here. When the times comes, the difference between getting out of there alive or dead could depend on whether a cripple or a man with two legs is standing beside you. We need you taking a proactive role on this."

Calvin seems to smile knowingly. "Alright, alright. I'll accept that. Like I said, DWFI. That said, I'll still be buying some items for my own peace of mind."

All-Purpose Flour: $2.25
Matches: $0.59
Cheese-Cloth Bag: $0.24
Squeeze Stiletto: $36.04
Total: $39.12
Current Money Remaining: $4,960.88

Veeran liked Calvin. He was hiding something, but for now, this would do. He seemed like a much smarter man than one who would backstab them. If chaos erupted, they would have Roth to act. But if Roth went rogue, they needed a pair of eyes like Calvin on him.

"Perhaps you should carry some sort of pistol or gun with you? It could save your life. Or someone else's."

Veeran smiled at a long, gift-wrapped package before him. He had ordered it through one of his associates, a boy who spied on the best gun runners in town. He had purchased it through legal means, of course, but a man can never be too selective.

"I will be in one of the adjoining buildings towards the side of club, I'll have a view of the emergency exit and the entry. If all goes well, I will meet you at the van when we have the hostage inside. If it doesn't, I deploy pointilism like Vincent Van Gogh. Except all my dots are bullets. But I hope it doesn't get to that stage. I would much rather not have to use this tonight."

He cast a suspicious glance at Roth.

"If all goes well, I might not have to shoot anyone at all."

He unwrapped the package and couldn't contain his own grin. A Savage 110BA Sniper Rifle .338 338 Lapua worth $2,999. He could shoot a sparrow between the eyes with the third-rate rifle that his father used to smuggle to the mafia. Now he had a real weapon. Being a cripple, there wasn't a lot to do in those days, except practice. And get better.

"12 years."

His wide eyes smile ran through everyone.

"12 years since I missed a shot."

CT whistles. "I like the advice, but I'm just a too-trusting ex-culinarian. I'm handy with knives, not guns. I might end up shooting myself. No, I think I'll stick with my little motley assortment. Mix the right ingredients, you'll get a nice pop of flavor."

Veeran felt he knew what this fat Chef was implying. There was more to this one that met the eye, but there was now a sense of fearlessness in his eyes. A nice... pop in the flavour, did he say? This was going to be interesting. Very interesting. Veeran understood how this game was played. They were all playing cat-and-mouse with each other. We are wolves in sheep's clothing, every one of us, only in different layers. There was a lot they were all going to learn about each other, solving this problem. We are the last hope that this colony has. The apocalypse would unfold before paradise sprang eternal. Tonight would tell us who the cats are, and who the mice were.

"And your very flesh shall be a great poem. Walt Whitman."

He smiled at his own in-joke and continued fawning over his gun. He was more than ready to plummet bullets into the heads of the men they fought. But he felt his lips purse as he braced for another eventuality. What if the cat and mouse game went too far? He was wary of Roth and warier still of that creature who called himself Mick. If one of his new friends were going to impede their chances at victory, he would stop them at any cost. This bullet could have anyone's name on it, even his own allies.

Liston walks back in while Calvin finishes speaking. "Hippocrates also said 'Walking is man's best medicine.' Too bad for our friend over here" as he waves his hand in Veeran's general direction. He takes his seat and places his doctor's bag on his lap.

Veeran laughed heartily. They would need to keep all their spirits up tonight. The battle was half won if the team was in good spirits.

"I do what I do because I am a warrior, ladies and gentlemen, and so are every one of you, despite how vehemently you deny this. We do it because it is the right thing to do. We do it because it is the way of the warrior to fight superior odds."

The rifle gleams on his lap.

Alright, I have everything I need. If you guys can provide a sketch of the plan on the map, that'd be great, but this chapter is said and done. Feel free to discuss OOC while the chapter gets written. If you haven't said something before, too late.

EDIT: I have already spoken with Nish and he'll lay out the tactical plan. That is the only post from this point forward I'll take regarding Voyager. From here on out, just hang out OOC style until I post the chapter later tonight.

OOC: Hooray for Hippocrates and his many sayings regarding everything.

Tactical Plan:
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Victoria is already inside as a stripper. Marked V1.

Jy is trolling around the nightclub, staring at strippers. Being inconspicuous as a crippled horny lad. Maked J1

Roth and Calvin are near the van out back. Marked R1 and C1.

Veeran is at the building. N1.

Liston is at the van with the morphine tools at L1.

These are starting positions.



If the situation is ok, J1 studies the area, goes and collects the morphine from Liston at L1. J1 then goes to J2, places the needles and equipment at V2 and quickly heads off to J1 again.

V1 might get padded down by the bodyguards or frisked. So she won't be keeping the needles on her person. She takes the target to V2. At V2 she works her seduction magic and takes him out with the needles that Jy snuck in there earlier. She then sneaks to J1 and gives him the signal.

J1 goes in and gives the signal to C1. C1 comes in to V2 and all 3 of them do the costume-change and carry him out. Meanwhile R1 moves to R2 ready to do something in case any carnage erupts. They all get into the van at L1 and speed off. They pick up Veeran at N1 and leave.

If things go wrong. Calvin and Roth come to R2 at the neck of the exit and cut the bodyguards off, while Victoria and Jy take the hostage to the van. They then create a diversion and get into the van. Whichever enemy sticks his head through the emergency exit to follow them will have his skull popped by Veeran in the other building with the sniper rifle.

Is everyone ok with this for now? We have no clue what Nanite is doing.

"How do J1 and C1 enter the strip club? It's whitelist only."

Through the emergency exit. There were no guards guarding it in your diagram. Victoria seduces the hostage and coerces him into a private booth while making him tell his guards he wants absolute privacy. From there, they just need to go in and get the body out of the private booth.

Edit: Are those little blue dots ALL guards? Or are they other staff or passers-by like strippers, johns etc? If ALL blues are guards, we'll need to rework it a bit.

Yeah, there are guards guarding the emergency exits. The circles with the Xs are guards.

Ok in that case, V1 conceals the medication privately beforehand in the private booth since she has access.

The rest stay outside at the beginning. Once Victoria's deed is done, she comes out likes she is having a cigarette at the back, and distracts the guards. This allows Calvin and Roth to get the drop on them. They take Liston's needles with morphine and douse the guards there too.

We then proceed according to plan.

If it gets TOO difficult, Veeran snipes them and the team runs out with the hostage.

Either way, we ONLY move AFTER Victoria has first subdued Adrian. Thats what happens first, no one moves until then or arouses any suspicion.